You won't meet me in the middlePush me off the dividing lineYou won't give a littleWhat good graces?No explanation for your change of heartYou left the inside outYou get a little or a lotYou're either cold or you're hotA ceiling of cloudsThe tall buildings are wallsI'm walking around and I can't get outThe general fatigue of a private person trying to talk to youYou saw the movie, you don't need to read the bookA masterpiece or a piece of shit.You're either stealing or you're taken.

You're so down on meI think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore.You're so down on meI think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore.

You buy the pound just to burn it downAnd watch the sleeping dogs dieWalk away unscathedI'm going to take you off my thank-you list"will you ever get your shit together? "

Hookers and virgins, s***s and nunsWhat if I am neither one?

You're so down on meI think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymoreYou're so down on meI think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore.

You're so down on meI think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymoreYou're so down on meI think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore.